John Leon - Five O'clock Shadow

I'll creep up on you in the evening
On a day like today
And I'll walk with you, and I'll talk to you
But I just can't stay
I guess that's why they call me
The Five O'clock Shadow, honey babe

I'll cut you like a matchstick
But the burn don't sting
Like a brush with death
When the telephones rings
I'm on the end of the line, doing fine
It's the Five O'clock Shadow, honey babe

I'm a blind bishops courier
I'm a minstrel slave
You can find me on the corner of broken bottles
And old cigarettes, midday
But don't forget to hedge your bets against
The Five O'clock Shadow, honey babe

I'll give you my word
I'll give you my time
But I can't give you both
'Cause all that is mine
Is a piece of my mind
And a Five O'clock Shadow, honey babe

I'll put your head in a guillotine
Your face on a shelf
There's a black mass in a courtyard
That needs my help
So say Au Revoir, to the
Five O'clock Shadow, honey babe

Written by:
John Montana

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